The Devil, the lyre and the lute are present.
The lute play a merry dance,
That all march and dance to;
Which brings joy and laughter.
The slow seduction of the lute and lyre.
Lored you to your wedding den.
A den of desire and iniquity.
With all the merriment no one will know;
The Devil is by your side watching and waiting,
For the dancers to make a misstep.
To place his burdens upon the them.
The screams of pain from labor.
For you chore and dance and twist to the lyre.
And scream out in ecstasy, but now no more.
All has stopped and the music has ended.